Martian Saints
Mary Lou Lord Lyrics


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I went out and did my head I came home and thought about you
I saw the world turn red I picked off my new tattoo
I cut out pictures of days on end
I tear up paper and wait for Martian Saints to descend

I woke up in a shallow sweat I went back to sleep again
I walked around my room I called up my ex-boyfriend
I said you're the reason I'm in this mess
When they show up I'll give the Martian Saints your address

I see them flying round the mirror
I know they're coming for me soon

Now I play my favorite tune I bemoan my lonely fate
My last few days on earth spin in this stateless state





And I hear the engines above the trees
You tell the people about the Martian Saints for me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Mary Lou Lord's song "Martian Saints" offer a glimpse into a troubled and disturbed mind. The singer is clearly suffering from some form of mental illness or anxiety, as evidenced by the reference to cutting out pictures and waiting for Martian Saints to descend. This suggests a longing for escape or some sort of supernatural intervention to save her from her troubles.


The reference to a new tattoo further indicates a sense of restlessness or dissatisfaction with one's own identity or body. The singer is searching for something to cling onto, but it is ultimately not enough to save her from her own inner turmoil. This is suggested by the repetition of phrases like "I went out and did my head" and "I saw the world turn red" - these are symptoms of a deeper psychological issue.


The final lines, "You tell the people about the Martian Saints for me," suggest that the singer is either anticipating being taken away by the aliens or is simply no longer capable of communicating with others in a coherent way. The song is a haunting portrait of a mind in distress, and speaks to the human longing for connection and escape in the face of one's own limitations.


Line by Line Meaning

I went out and did my head I came home and thought about you
I went out, indulged in some form of reckless behavior or substance abuse, then returned home and couldn't stop thinking about you.


I saw the world turn red I picked off my new tattoo
I experienced some intense emotion that caused the world to appear red, and in a moment of regret or impulsiveness, I removed my newly acquired tattoo.


I cut out pictures of days on end
I spend long stretches of time cutting out pictures, perhaps in an attempt to remember or immortalize precious moments.


I tear up paper and wait for Martian Saints to descend
In a moment of despair or hopelessness, I tear up paper while waiting for something strange or supernatural to happen.


I woke up in a shallow sweat I went back to sleep again
I woke up from a nightmare, in a cold sweat, but was too terrified to stay awake, so I went back to sleep.


I walked around my room I called up my ex-boyfriend
I paced around my room, feeling lost and alone, and eventually called my ex-boyfriend, perhaps for comfort or closure.


I said you're the reason I'm in this mess When they show up I'll give the Martian Saints your address
I blamed my ex-boyfriend for the emotional turmoil I was experiencing, and in an agitated state, made a threat to give his address to some otherworldly beings.


I see them flying round the mirror
I hallucinate or imagine seeing strange beings flying around my mirror.


I know they're coming for me soon
I am convinced that these beings are coming to take me away or do something to me.


Now I play my favorite tune I bemoan my lonely fate
In an attempt to comfort myself or distract from my troubles, I listen to my favorite song, but ultimately feel sorry for myself.


My last few days on earth spin in this stateless state
I feel like I am in a limbo-like state where I am neither here nor there, perhaps in anticipation of some impending doom.


And I hear the engines above the trees
I perceive or imagine hearing strange engines or sounds coming from above the trees.


You tell the people about the Martian Saints for me
In a desperate plea, I ask someone to spread the word or warn others about the Martian Saints.




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